Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.